I may have to see someone about it
It has been a while, I know.
Blame R and T.
The whole adventure began many weeks ago, when they started getting rid of the furniture. I hoped it was just them having a desire for empty rooms. After all, when they first brought me home from my ma, all they had was two small chairs and a mattress. I told myself it was a R and T quirk.
But then the suitcases came out too - always a bad sign.
I knew something was up.
R let me outside to play in the morning, telling me not to go far. She looked scared. I sensed all was not right and made my mind up there and then I wasn't going anywhere!!! The furthest I went was on the chair on the balcony, where I could peer around the door and keep an eye on her cleaning away. The only occasions I had seen her clean so vigourasly was when visitors came to stay. I hoped for the visitors' sake they weren't coming to stay, as there was nothing for them to sleep on. Or sit on. Or eat with.
I sought refuge in my huge portable house; much to the delight of R and T.
All I was doing was having a nap in it. They were congratulating me as though I had built it myself!
At lunch time they tricked me into going into the big portable house and shut the door behind me. I thought they were playing a game; but then we all went outside.
And got in the car.
I aired my concerns, loudly, but to no avail.
Then the car stopped, and we all got out. To my delight I couldn't smell the vets. But that delight soon turned to downright horror when they took me into a big warehouse, with loud bangs and noisy trucks whizzing around.
I saw R filling out some paperwork, and could tell she was stressed and trying not to cry. I looked up at T; strong, chilled T. He looked full of anguish too.
I didn't like it.
I didn't like it one bit.
Then T opened up my portable house and picked me up whilst a strange man had a look inside it. I clung to T for dear life, pleading with him to take me home, but he placed me back in the box and then tied cables around the door so there was no way of escape.
With tears in their eyes, R and T peered through the portable house door, said goodbye... and walked away!!
The noises continued all around me.
I was so scared!!
I have blocked what happened next from my mind.
All I will say was that it was very scary, and involved two planes, and days and days (OK, slight exaggeration there) in my portable house.
I eventually arrived in a place where they spoke funny; not the North American I was used to. (Come to think of it, that funny accent is the one which has rubbed off on me...)
After 10 days in that place they called 'Quarantine;' I was then taken to a hotel.
I managed to boot the resident guests out of the best basket in the place which positioned in the sunshine, and had it for myself the whole length of my time there.
After days and days in the hotel, one morning a couple of weeks ago I was sitting in the said basket, when the door opened. Humans popped in and out all day, so I wasn't going to waste any energy looking to see who was coming in, as I had been served breakfast and it wasn't supper time yet.
It couldn't be...surely not!
I slowly turned my head, hardly daring to believe.
It really was!
It was my R and T!!!
I jumped up, wondering if my eyes had deceived me; but no, it really was my humans!!
I was so pleased to see them, and they were ecstatic to see me (which is totally understandable).
Only it wasn't home.
It smelt and looked different.
Pretty scary to be honest with you!
Aside from the strange way they speak (not just the humans, but the birds too...); I have been poorly the whole time I have been here.
Very very poor me.
I will tell you all about it next time...